Transmigrated as a Cannon Fodder Wife A in Ancient Times - Chapter 19

Chapter 19

After Yun Xiang left, she immediately wrote a note to Chen Zhou. She found Tian Da and asked him to deliver it to Chen Zhou right away.

Tian Da couldn’t always see Yun Xiang, as she had duties in the miss’s courtyard. Thus, he hadn’t yet given her the item Chen Zhou had asked him to pass on.

Tian Da took a rectangular brocade box from his sleeve, handed it to Yun Xiang, and said, “The young master specifically asked me to give this to you. He also said he will definitely keep his promise to you.”

Yun Xiang quickly took the brocade box, her face lighting up with joy. She clutched the box tightly to her chest and asked, “The young master really said that?”

Tian Da looked at Yun Xiang with confusion, not understanding why she was so excited, and said, “Yes, I have to go deliver the message now.”

Tian Da wasn’t particularly loyal to Chen Zhou; he mainly sent messages because each delivery earned him ten taels of silver from Chen Zhou, far more than his monthly wage. Who wouldn’t want to earn more money?

On the other side, Yun Xiang’s smile never faded. As a senior maid like her and Qing Zhi, she had her own room in the courtyard. Yun Xiang ran back to her room, closed the door, and locked it from the inside for safety. Then she hurriedly sat at the table and took out the brocade box.

Yun Xiang opened the box and saw a gold hairpin inside. Her eyes sparkled. The hairpin’s design was new and finely crafted. Yun Xiang rushed to the bronze mirror to dress up, replacing her usual hairpin with the gold one.

However, she wasn’t foolish. She usually wore silver hairpins, and switching to a gold one might raise suspicion.

Yun Xiang fondly played with the gold hairpin, thinking of Chen Zhou’s promise, her face flushing with excitement.

The young master had promised her that if he married the miss, he would take her as a concubine. Then she would be a master of the Lu family, no longer ordered around. If she could win the young master’s favor, she might even stand equal to the miss.

Thinking of this, Yun Xiang’s smile grew wider.

Meanwhile, Tian Da had delivered the note, took his reward, and left.

In Chen Zhou’s room, the sound of shattering porcelain filled the air. “Wei Lan, Wei Lan, I’ll kill you eventually. You dare stay in her room overnight? I’ll end you!”

Chen Zhou picked up two vases from the table and threw them. “And you, Lu Zijin, we grew up together. I don’t believe you have no feelings for me. For the Lu family’s fortune, you let a useless person marry in. Fine, very well, I’ll take the Lu family’s wealth eventually, and you’ll be mine.”

More porcelain shattered in the room. After a while, Chen Zhou called someone to clean up. When he left the room, he was once again refined and elegant.

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Lu Zijin felt she slept soundly, surrounded by a cool, snow-like sensation that eased the heat of her dew period.

She comfortably nuzzled into Wei Lan’s arms, her cheek buried in Wei Lan’s neck, showing no intention of getting up.

Wei Lan, having taken medicine and slept all afternoon, had her fever subside. She woke up groggily and found something—or rather, someone—pressing on her.

Wei Lan wasn’t thrilled and looked down at the person in her arms.

Lu Zijin was fast asleep in her arms, her face nestled in Wei Lan’s neck. Her warm breath tickled Wei Lan slightly. Lu Zijin looked quite pretty while sleeping.

Wei Lan couldn’t help but look a bit longer. Plus, this time Lu Zijin had let her sleep in the bed. Wei Lan felt much happier, thinking the Madam wasn’t heartless and softened when she saw her discomfort.

With a slight smile, Wei Lan initially wanted to push the person off but thought since the Madam let her sleep in the bed this time, letting the Madam press against her wasn’t a big deal.

So Wei Lan didn’t move. She looked down at Lu Zijin, idly counting her eyelashes, which were long and curled like little brushes.

After being stared at for a while, Lu Zijin woke up. She felt relaxed, with her dew period discomfort mostly gone. Looking up, she met Wei Lan’s eyes.

Seeing Wei Lan staring at her with bright eyes, Lu Zijin was momentarily dazed. Then she reached out, pinched Wei Lan’s chin, and warned, “Don’t think just because I let you sleep here, you can have thoughts you shouldn’t.”

Wei Lan was confused by her words. She had only been counting Lu Zijin’s eyelashes out of boredom. “What thoughts shouldn’t I have?”

“You know what I mean. And don’t forget what I said before—you’re just a tool I married for appearances, understand?” Lu Zijin stared at Wei Lan intently.

Wei Lan nodded, knowing she was a tool. “I understand.”

Hearing this, Lu Zijin’s expression softened. She let go of Wei Lan’s chin and touched her forehead, asking, “Is your head still dizzy? Let me check if you still have a fever.”

“Much better, not so dizzy anymore,” Wei Lan looked at Lu Zijin and replied.

“Good. I had someone prepare the next room. If you’re tired, go sleep there,” Lu Zijin said. Since Wei Lan was awake and her fever had subsided, Lu Zijin felt she shouldn’t stay in her bedroom anymore.

Some things shouldn’t become habits. Just now, while sleeping, Lu Zijin had felt Wei Lan’s embrace was comfortable, which she thought was a bad sign. She didn’t want to rely on anyone or be beneath any lord. Her relationship with Wei Lan would remain as it was, with no closer actions.

Lu Zijin believed she only felt comfortable in Wei Lan’s embrace because of her dew period. Outside of it, she wouldn’t feel this way.

Wei Lan caught the meaning in Lu Zijin’s words—she was being sent away again. She was used to it, having been sent off several times recently. But this time, Lu Zijin was kinder, preparing the next room so she could rest there.

Wei Lan’s eyes darted, thinking that besides sleeping in the next room, she should take advantage and have a big meal at Lu Zijin’s expense. Since she was already living off her, she might as well eat heartily.

“Madam, can I eat in your courtyard later? I’ll eat, sleep in the next room, and go back tomorrow. That way, if your dew period isn’t over tomorrow, I won’t have to run back and forth,” Wei Lan said obediently.

Lu Zijin thought it made sense. Tomorrow was the fourth day of her dew period, and since she had taken too many scent-suppressing pills before, it might extend to the fourth day. Wei Lan had indeed been through a lot these days, and most importantly, she was obedient, which pleased Lu Zijin.

She nodded, “Alright, wear my clothes tonight—they’re new. I’ll have someone send food to the next room later.”

Hearing her agree, Wei Lan’s eyes lit up. “Thank you, Madam.”

Lu Zijin’s lips curved slightly. Wei Lan was like a puppy, her happiness or displeasure clear on her face. Right now, she looked like a dog who got a treat from its owner. If she had a tail, it would probably be wagging.